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Monday, October 21, 2013

Maria is 2

My other October girl, Maria, turned 2 yesterday!

Oh my, when did this happen??

And what did I do in the meantime? I worried - a lot, dreamed - a lot, planned - a lot and contemplated God's miraculous creation - not enough. (Does every mother feel the same no matter how much time she spends with her child?)

I could spend entire days just kissing and hugging her. And I'm pretty sure she would allow me do this. I remember Adrian holding her and kissing her chubby cheeks few months ago and exclaiming: "Is there any job consisting in just kissing these cheeks all day long? I would gladly stay overtime." We are so lucky to have her. She is kind, sweet, huggable, kissable, all smiles and dances. (of course when she's not sick or scared)And she is lucky too, being our second child, as now we know more, understand more, have more patience.Lately she started to speak a lot and pretty correct too. But she was funny in the past saying: "acununu pazuzu"(= încă un autobuz), "Toto"(= Georgio - Curious George), "Mama, Mama, Maaaaaaaaaaaa" when I wouldn't answered fast enough, nana, mama, tata, buna (instead of nani, mami, tati, buni), because until few days ago she wasn't able to spell the "i" at the end of any word"pot"(= nu pot)She loves horses.And Lego Duplo:

Thanks God, she gladly eats almost any meal I cook. And she eats a lot of fruits. Her own way ;-)Few days ago.Ilaria: Şi eu vreau sa fiu odată Maria.Eu: De ce?Ilaria: Păi Maria tot face şmecherii. Eu nu prea fac şmecherii.

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SONG FOR A FIFTH CHILD
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm, playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.